Catherine witnessed the miracle before her eyes.
One by one, those who had long ceased breathing slowly opened their eyes, filled with confusion and bewildernt, but each pair of eyes’ owner had once again been gifted with life.
She was stunned, trembling all over, her hands subconsciously coming together in prayer.
Those who were dead...
had been resurrected from death...
Watching the sacred scene unfold before her, Catherine suddenly rembered the note Solamus had left before he departed.
She would never forget every word on it, just as she would never forget that foreign woman whose words had co true.
The note read...
"You were ant to die, but God wants you to live..."
At that mont, the musician suddenly understood the purpose of the note.
It wasn’t ant for just one person, but for all of Danschel, and indeed, the whole world.
It was a genuine prophecy.
Solamus had proclaid to the people on earth the coming of resurrection.
How much blood had been shed in these days?
And how many clouds of dust had been swept up by the fierce winds, only to vanish without a trace in an instant?
Those who had once died, those still possessing bodies, began to see their wounds heal; they watched their bodies in disbelief, and as for those long reduced to bones, the dirt beneath their feet reshaped them, their drifting souls settling back into them, and they were once again alive.
Of course, the multitudes who were resurrected looked towards the sky, and what they saw was a brilliant golden light piercing through the darkness. Countless wings seed to flutter within that light, standing above the Cloud Sea, circling a sacred throne and singing in unison praise to the Creator’s holy na.
"Salvation from Heaven, King of Kings!"
"Praise Him, our Lord, who taught all of us to rise from the dead!"
"Children, He will be with us forever!"
Above the Cloud Sea, the sound of grand bells rang out, the sacred tones accompanying the voices of praise, thousands of organs playing in an instant, followed by tens of thousands of voices in chorus, revealing the splendor of the heavenly kingdom.
Endless brilliance spread over the throne, bell sounds, harp sounds, organ sounds... Countless musical instrunts accompanied the holy hymns, angels sang of the Holy Spirit’s greatness, in the sky, on the earth, beneath the earth, above the seas, in the oceans... Countless voices rose, mortals witnessing that splendid miracle.
In midair, an angel spread its wings, those holy wings as if reflecting God’s brilliance; Solamus approached the majestic throne, took up a pure white horn, and then soared above the Cloud Sea.
Hoo!
Solamus blew the horn of Heaven.
The sound of the distant horn resounded in all directions, the entire world was extrely quiet, countless mortals held their breath, the heavens were so far away, as if untouchable, but salvation was so real, already within reach.
That arriving kingdom, the Heavenly City, had co; indeed in this world, God had long prepared a perfect afterlife ho for all that is good on earth.
The Great Elder watched the grand spectacle in disbelief, basking in this light, his aged skin trembling, no words could describe his emotions.
He had once devoutly believed and grew to doubt and worry about God with age; not long ago, he had loudly questioned the God of heaven, but no matter how he doubted or questioned, God still made himself known.
That vast, holy light, shining upon the dust of the earth.
The prophecy was to be confird, the covenant set a thousand years ago was to be completely fulfilled today!
Tears welled up in the Great Elder’s weathered eyes; he knelt down, his knees touching the ground, his lips quivering; he hadn’t imagined that one day, he would witness a miracle with his own eyes.
A miracle was not just pale scriptures or vague legends passed down orally; a miracle was a miracle, it cos from God, and it shines upon everyone.
"Lord... Lord..."
The Great Elder brought his hands together, past doubts, recent questions, all turned to smokes of the past,
"You are great, you are rciful!"
"In our deepest sorrow, you lifted our burdens..."
His tears flowed freely, and he lay prostrate on the ground.
From that vast expanse of heaven above, the mortals on the earth were countless as grains of sand; those people, at tis helping each other, at tis harming one another, were just passers-by to the forever land, one generation vanishes, another arrives.
They were indeed the insignificant dust of the earth.
Because of this,
Because of this...
The Great Elder, weeping profusely, said tremblingly:
"Even when the cold winds sweep the land, you still keep us within your love..."
The brilliance illuminated the Great Elder, the dead around him, by God’s light, were resurrected, they looked up at the heavenly miracle, the Great Elder knew, on this earth, countless like them, were reborn anew under the miracle.
The old man looked up at the great throne, he couldn’t see the figure clearly, but he knew who it was, and he knew how his God regarded these nurous mortals...
In a daze,
The Great Elder seed to hear a voice saying...
I love the people of this earth, even though they are but dust of the earth.
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